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LEMME SEE IT (prod Crizzy White)

RUN EM DOWN (prod by Sorrowbringer)

'07 BRADY CLUTCH PROD BY NEWVAIN2

whatever…heres my list of regrets.

Prod by YANN
Mixed & mastered by crizzy white
Cover art, written, recorded by Goyard Sad Boi
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Lyrics

Ditch the body
Had to peal out the parking lot
Hmmm you talking shit 
hear you body drop
Hmmm
Dodge Durango n its matte black
Hmmm
Know some man’ll peel your wig back
Late night with the devil ya I just fw bro
Tried the meds grave Robbin all I really know
Didn’t know, didnt cope, loot the body yo
Take the jaw, take the tooth, take his fucking soul

Feel like Dahmer I just shouldn’t fucking be alone
Take a lot of people from there final resting homers
Ion eat the body I just really want the bones
Double cup full of that potion Mr Jim jones 
Masked up, Michael Myers, gosha body bag
13, Halloween, goyard toe tag
On a murder spree where all the rappers at
Goyard coming different, bet yall just sick of that

Why you lyin dude
Cut em from the head to the mf thighs dude in
Gravekeeper why’d you think I’d ever wanna spare you
You don’t wanna die no one gonna fucking hear you
Hide ya n you friend where the motherfucking deer do

1-2 yard man’s coming for you
3-4 better lock your door
5-6 better hide real quick
7-8 hide your body out of state 

Lately all the body’s that I got are starting to piss me off
Had to shut the voices off
 mix lean with a molotov 
Baby I don’t want your heart 
I kinda wanna chew it off
Young denis rader 
Taking flicks with a Louis scarf 

Hop on murderpedia 
Find my name next to bob berdella
Dead bItch dancing on my balls
She a ghoulish Cinderella
Diamonds aren’t forever 
As I stab her with my new umbrella 
Rolling in Volkswagen 
How quick is the brand new Jetta

Imma crash it 
Make it fucking tragic
No one fucking misses you 
When your just fucking average 
sad little freak show
Homicidal lunatic
Imma dump you body where that dumb as fuck titanic is

i know a ghoul in plainfield prod by YANN

Mr grave man in a 04 impala
2 bad bitches wanna come fuck me proper
Throw em in a basement in a tiny ass locker 
Ion really care about them trash ass choppers

30.06 hunt em down with the long range
7.62 put a moose in a big grave
Riding through the city with killas with no names
Skee town legend give corpses a new game

Matte black hearse with the suicide doors
Louis v rug blood splatted on the floor
It’s a crime scene, wouldn’t dare come alone
Young ed gain make a couch with ya bones

Babygirl I love ya, you don’t know who I am
Looking at the camera n wave to ya fam
It’s a red room, ain’t no use making plans
John Doe drop a hundred just to see one of your glands

Leonard lake babygirl let’s shoot a movie
Your my m lady, can’t treat ya like a groupie
Got a vat of acid, see what happens to your boobies
Here comes the sirens man they might as well just shoot me

Police coming better show uquick
Gotta scalp the head then fucking dip
Leather overalls yo shout out Rick 
Making hella graves my favorite gig

THE HOUSE THAT GOYARD BUILT PROD BY SPHYNX

IT'S THE CASH FAULT

hoax

Flash Out - FOF Nas

i didn't lose, i jus ain't wont yet!
produced by buggy

sh3d! (+buggy)

prod mix master by 93

i need 10 milligrams to feel better 
because i’m feeling rather ill 
don’t back away it’s not contagious 
some even say that it’s not real 
some people say 
“there’s nothing wrong with me”
some people think i should be killed 
there’s contagions in that office 
making monsters out of fear 

i need 10 milligrams to feel better 
because i’m feeling kind of sick 
i’ve heard it all before;
pervert, misled, leg up for sports 
i’m begging for the comfort of my skin
some people say 
“there’s something wrong with me”
some people love me how i am
but if finding the cure
means losing friends, family, and more 
then honestly it just is what it is

i need 10 milligrams to feel better 
can you help me find my fix 
i’ve thought it out so long 
moved out, grew up, had kids and all  the symptoms.. they just seem to persist..
so will you say 
“there’s something wrong with me” ?
so will you take me how i am ? 
maybe this little glass 
ester vial and blister pack 
can make this home feel like home again

10mg

lyrics:

Somewhere inside the Hudson
Ive sat for a decade in Ice cold
Way back in port town suburbs
My scent still sticks to my old clothes
Ive lost all but my worst habits
You’ll be who I look for on my walk home
Rolled up in this bleach burn magic
Does this hit of numb ever get old

Another story of a boy who never grew old
How’d that truck taste
That shit was aiming for him
He said in the worst way
I will see you on road
Tell that fuck face
That im waiting for him
Play the tape back
Look at me im love struck 
I just want that back
Look what we had
Waves touch gaff
Just look at me im sea sick
I dont have sea legs
I cant swim back
Just look at my hands
The ropes burned holes in
The legs of my pants
With the force of cannon
I am no man
I was tucked down
In the bowels of the ship
In a selfish abandoned
As the weights laid
I will stay back
Sure my worst fate remains in my head
For Next birthday
I will eat cake
Sure my ship mates ive hurt are all dead
I cant believe my luck
If u could call it that but really ur just war shy
Next time I sober up
Ill face a battle that gets harder every next time

Somewhere inside the Hudson
Ive sat for a decade in Ice cold
Way back in port town suburbs
My scent still sticks to my old clothes
Ive lost all but my worst habits
You’ll be who I look for on my walk home
Rolled up in this bleach burn magic
Does this hit of numb ever get old

hudson bay floater (xlhc x fantasy camp)

lyrics:

Its Tough luck tough love

How many people i try to become I been stuffing inside of my body
Some of them pieces of shit well probably
I keep so many in here its an army
And If they could hurt u, theyd probably harm me
Already on purpose they emotionally carved me
So I kept all the shit inside me
And it just keep ulcering out of my body

Animal masks step foot in the lobby
I had cast spells thats banned and they got me im fucked
Oh but Peeling back skin is my hobby
I pull the skin from my pinky to palm 
So What is the problem in here whats the qualm
80 bpm my heart I am calm
I killed a man in the winter 06 
And I had been wearing the same clothes since
But Its too hard lie now
I knew someone’d find out
I kept all his things and
I dress up and play house
That saran wrap body
Its my only friend now
Hes got strong opinions
Ones I aim to shut out
When the smell is fucked up
And my neighbours riled
Ill just blow his skull back
And wear him a while
All this blood had filled the eye holes
Im so out of style
I just Fit my feet in his feet
Now I wear his smile
And What do you do all night while im up at work
I see you sit back tongue tied tryna find the words
To try and ask me why exactly im not home at dusk
Girl just ask me cause ive spent years just carrying on for us

How many people i try to become I been stuffing inside of my body
Some of them pieces of shit well probably
I keep so many in here its an army
And If they could hurt u, theyd probably harm me
Already on purpose they emotionally carved me
So I kept all the shit inside me
And it just keep ulcering out of my body

Tough luck and tough love
Tough luck tough love

winter of 06 (eric godlow)

let u go w/ yungcray (sorrow bringer x luffy)

music artist from Michigan
hmu on ig @fuckyougoyardsadboi or hit up my manager @crizzywhitemanagement
333 collective member 
ghxst collective member till I die

THE HOUSE THAT GOYARD BUILT PROD BY SPHYNX

Goyard Sad Boi

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